“Yeah. This is everything for me. You were everything to me.”

Yurisien, who had waited for a moment, didn’t understand the meaning of the question and distanced herself from Heathcliff, who was blabbering nonsense.

“Seriously, listen carefully.”

Heathcliff looked at Yurisien, who embodied the perfect duchess. Then, as if he disliked looking at someone else, he frowned.

In that brief moment of trying not to put the other person in a superior position, Yurisien gave up even the last point of emotion.

Yurisien commanded the knights, “Escort him politely to the main gate.”

“What?”

“Daisy, the handkerchief.”

“Yes, miss!”

Though Heathcliff protested, Yurisien didn’t reply. She wiped her forehead and neck with a wet handkerchief as if showing off.

“Just a moment, Yurisien. Why are you doing this? Do you need time to think alone? Then, I’ll wait, so let’s…”

Heathcliff awkwardly smiled and tried to approach, but…

“Stop.”

Suddenly, Carly, who had stepped forward, blocked the way with her sword. She spoke firmly, “His Grace and the Duchess have already issued the eviction order. Please follow quietly.”

“You…”

Heathcliff stared at Carly, and Yurisien walked away from him with Jurgen by her side. The calmness of Yurisien, who just moments ago seemed sweet, turned into an unyielding demeanor.

“What the hell, hey. What’s this.”

Heathcliff was helpless. He was a prince. Even if he was kicked by Greta, not to mention ignoring the maids of his mother, he was still a prince. But now, how dare she turn her back on him? Heathcliff, gnashing his teeth, tried to run after Yurisien.

“How dare you play with me!!! …Ugh!”

However, as if expecting it, Carly, who caught up with him, blocked his way. His neck was squeezed, making it hard to breathe, and tears welled up in his eyes.

“This damn woman!”

Heathcliff tried to curse Carly, who was holding him, but he was pushed away by strong force.

“Ugh…!”
While sprawled on the floor, Heathcliff, despite his disorientation, glared at Carly. Carly, as if deeming it unnecessary to draw her sword again, looked at Heathcliff while sheathing her sword at her waist.

“I do not forgive disturbances.”

“How dare you…! Do you think you can get away with this against me, a prince! Yurisien, Yurisien!”

Heathcliff shouted, but it was in vain. There seemed to be a very thick wall between Yurisien, who was moving away with Jurgen, and him. Without that, he couldn’t ignore me, whom Yurisien had loved for 15 years, like this.

Heathcliff was almost dragged and pushed toward the main gate.

“Let go of this! Let go!”

He struggled and resisted, but it was futile. Each time he resisted, Carly skillfully subdued him. He, who was always in the position of domination, found himself in a submissive position.

Inside the carriage heading to the royal palace, Heathcliff sobbed helplessly.

“For you to trample me like this.”

It was unforgivable. It will not be forgiven. I will surely make them pay for daring to play with me.

Heathcliff, wiping his face on his dry palms and crying for a while, pounded on the carriage.

“To the Imperial Palace!”